My friends could say that this was fun. While sickly I'm staring out a window. I can see this other than chasing. Something that I always wanted you to know.
How did you do this to me. How could you do this to me. . I guess I'm horrible for you. I guess it's what the people do. I heard you're moving out of here.
Asking me discretely, when she can come meet me. Later on tonight. Talking super softly, how we both look gothy. But it's alright. . Don't tell me what you're doing to me.
! the song formerly known as. i don't go to parties baby. cos people tend to freak me out. watch their lips you can work it out. i can hear the words but i still don't know what it's all about.
I got my brother Frank's suitcase. He used it once to join the army. But they found out he had flat feet. And stayed, gone barely two weeks. . I got my sister Pearl's best dress.
I told mamma, time to make my way now. I'll be departin' any day now. She dried a tear and whispered, "Well, okay now". Then she proceeded to offer me this advice.
I've seen your face before. Somewhere, somehow, I know. Of that I'm sure. You turned and smiled at me. And started something I. Never thought would be.
The Recieve from the ocean. There is no commotion. that can feel as though. coming close to the end. The sound of collapsing structures. with the tiss stance.
If you gave up major vices. You're between a hard place and a wall. And your car breaks down in traffic. On the street. . Remember, I'm the one who loves you.
Lover, lover, why is there light. In the itchy gitchy evening and it's dark outside. And what is the difference between wrong and right. Wrong and right.
The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree. That's all he sees, he paints a tree. The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky. He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky.
I met a new me at 8 am. The other one got lost. This was not a trade in. Although I wouldn't believe the cost. I woke up crying as we said goodbye. Me an my old self.
Walking, he stared raptly at her face. on his lips, her smell, her taste. Black hair framing her perfect face. with her wonderful mind and her incredible grace.
This is no time for Celebration. This is no time for Shaking Hands. This is no time for Backslapping. This is no time for Marching Bands. This is no time for Optimism.
You can't have the flower without the root. You can't have the fire without the soot. Even a stripper needs her red tasseled suit. And we were meant to be.
Some like wine and some like hops. but what I really love is my scotch. It's the power, the power of positive drinking. Some people ruin their drinks with ice.
I was sittin' home on the West End. watchin' cable TV with a female friend. We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess. the poor and the hungry, a world in distress.
The last shot should've killed me. Pour another drink. Let's drink to the last shot. And the blood on the dishes in the sink. Blood inside the coffee cup.
They're taking her children away. Because they said she was not a good mother. They're taking her children away. Because she was making it with sisters and brothers.
The heroine stood up on the deck. The ship was out of control. The bow was being ripped to shreds. Men were fighting down below. The sea had pummeled the boat for so long.